Alone with myself,
And dreaming of you.
I'm sad
Contemplate the ceiling.

How come
Your departure window
I lost my honey
You have your portos.

I lie now alone,
In my honeymoon bed
From running around and tired,
Without feeling the legs.

And remember how
To avoid a duel.
And your feet are
I could barely carry it away.

I jumped down
And hanging from the visor.
By lace,
And velvet palace curtains.

In the dark of the bushes,
I rushed like a fox looping.
No shako, boots, blends,
Ringing nails instead of spurs.

A. A. Kiselev
09/23/2016